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[rivianrudolf]

TFW your cool new sword is covered in familyyyyy this gross fleshy shit

[igotanidea]

Bonding: Damian Wayne x sister!reader

Request: from the prompt list : 4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much

Warning: nothing, it;s just fun and fluff, most likely set in the WFA universe.

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„What happened to you two?” Dick could barely hold back the terror in his voice upon watching his younger siblings. Jason however was not so considerate and  straight forward started laughing at Y/N and Damian, the former with the nose swollen and red like a Rudolf and the latter with childish patches all over his forearms.

“Have you two escaped the circus? Sure as hell with such look you would fit there!” he let out a laugh so loud it captured the attention of no one else than Bruce, who became alerted in an instant. It wasn’t usual for Jason to be this happy and chuckling and it was …. suspicious. 

Similar to Dick’s, his face dropped upon seeing his kids in such damaged state and just sighed deeply.

“What did you do?” he rubbed his forehead, looking up to the sky probably wondering what mistake did he make (well, the question should have been – what mistake didn’t he make?). Never before had he looked so fatherly, like when Y/N and Damian started their mischief.

Y/N was the middle child, younger than Dick and Jason, but older than Tim and Damian, but Bruce could swear that sometimes she acted like a literal five year old. Especially when any of her brothers started messing up with her things. Especially when Damian did. No one could ever tell what atrocities she could resort to when he grabbed something that wasn’t his.

“It was all his fault!” Y/N cried out, her voice muffled by the swollen nose and she sounded more like a wounded animal rather than a human being.

“I am beyond your level, Y/N and cannot be blamed for…..”

“SIT!” Bruce growled in desperation, but neither of his kids listened. If anything they started bantering even more.

“Not many parental successes on your account, right Bruce?” Jason mocked, but the oldest Wayne didn’t bother answering. Instead he grabbed Damian by the collar and yanked him back and in the air so his feet started dangling above the ground. Luckily Y/N was too tall to do that to her as well.

“This is derogatory” Damian crossed his arms and pouted, the funniest look of her brother making Y/N laugh loudly “put me down, father so I can kick her ass again and….”

“Again?” Bruce eyes focused on his youngest son “what do you mean, again?”

“Nothing!” Y/N chimed in, desperate to keep some kind of secret

“Oh, are you ashamed to admit you got beaten by me in the combat, dear sister?”

“Shut up you little rascal!” Y/N threw herself at him, but this time it was Dick who grabbed her and hold her back

“What did he do?” Grayson asked, knowing well enough how much of a menace Damian could be

“NOTHING!” the boy struggled against his father’s grip

“Who’s afraid to admit what now?!” Y/N smirked at him.

“Ok, that’s it” clearly it was Jason who lost patience first “talk or I’ll draw blood.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” His sister threw him a daring gaze

“Wanna try me, sis? You already got a swollen nose and I can bet that this guy you like…..”

“SHUT UP JASON!”

“wait, there’s a guy?” Bruce was confused “who is he? Why didn’t I met him? How much does he know about us?”

“Not the time, Bruce!”

“LET ME GO DICK!!”

“Sorry, sunshine can’t really do that. Unless you tell us what happened.”

“fine!” she hissed “fine! I’ll tell you!”

An hour ago

“DAMIAN WAYNE!”  her voice echoed through the whole Wayne Manor and made the glassed windows shake. Honestly, how could no one in the family of vigilante hear that was beyond her. “you little piece of shit, where the hell are you!?”

“Have you called me sister?” Damian emerged from his room, looking nothing but innocent with the play-pretend smile. But Y/N knew better. She was fairly aware that he was skillful in using that Wayne gene trying to charm people. Too bad his eyes were glistening with mischief.

“You can’t play me, you demon.”

“Did something happened?” he titled his head in curiosity, observing his sister getting more and more angry. Oh, how entertaining it was to see her face get red, her fist clench. Fascinating how girl’s hormones worked.

But clearly, he underestimated Y/N. Yes, she was an emotional young woman surrounded by no less than four brothers, but she was also an adopted Wayne. And the realization of that fact made her calm down. Damian wanted her to get mad. Which meant he had some sort of plan.

“My little, sweet, wonderful, lovely brother.” She quickly changed the method of acting

“Huh?” Damian frowned, still not used to people acting nice towards him. This was…. unexpected. Y/N was clearly cunning and he had to be prepared.

“Tell me, did you happen to see my phone somewhere around?”

“No.” the answer was clearly too fast to be convincing.

“Really?” she smiled and looked over his shoulder inside his room. The perks of being taller and seeing more. “Then what is lying there on your desk?”

“That’s mine.”

“Damian…..” her voice became serious, her posture tensing “give it back to me. Now.”

“No.” he crossed arms, mimicking her position. Oh, they were both preparing for a fight, neither even beginning to consider the option of relenting. “does father know about your little crush?”

“YOU WERE READING MY TEXTS?!!?”

“Do you even realize in how much danger you put us because of your silly little….”

“AH!!” he did not get to finish the sentence when she went at him taking him by surprise. However, not enough of a surprise that he didn’t manage to step back. Instead of pining him to the ground she tripped and dashed into his room, immediately reaching towards the bed to grab her mobile, but Damian grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

“You little rascal!” she yelled, when they started a real Batman-style fight. “It’s mine!”

“it’s a violation of the rules!” he spat back “we’re not supposed to be in a relationship with civilians!”

“what would you know about relationships?!” Y/N blocked his punch, turning around and tripping him up. “you were raised by freaking assassins!”

“How bad we don’t get to choose family, right?” he hissed, falling on his back on the ground but immediately getting up and attacking her again.

Y/N was good, skilled and intuitive, but Damian was smaller and maybe a bit faster and that’s why she did not see it coming when he glanced off the mattress and landed on her back, trying to tackle her to the ground

“GET OFF ME!” she yelled trying to untangle his arms from her neck

“Not a chance!”

They were struggling so hard that at one point this fight moved towards the corridor and with just one wrong step they started falling down the stairs, still doing their best to damage one another. Damian was pulling at Y/N hair, while she covered his eyes in an attempt to blind him. It took a few minutes of weltering, grunting and dapping before they ended up at the base of the stairs.

“Auch…..” they both moaned in unison, their bones and bones already bruised and damaged. It really did hurt.

“HAHA! I won!” Damian yelled as he realized that the position in which they landed allowed him to sit on top of her sister, his weight holding her down.

“Get off me you idiot…..” she whined trying to push him away, but not succeeding at all.

“Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much, Y/N” Damian laughed at her poor, week attempt to get rid of him.

“AH!” she cried out again and started waving her hands at him, Damian instantly started the same and now they were laying on the floor, with him still on top of her, acting like toddlers and emitting battle cries.

“MASTER DAMIAN! MISS Y/N!”

Shit.

Alfred.

The butler just sighed deeply, too used to many very strange views and behaviors around the manor. Too many to care and ask questions.

“Please get up from the floor. Miss Y/N, your nose is bleeding and as for you, Master Damian you got bloody scratches all over your arms.”

“Sorry Alfred.” They followed every word Alfred said to them and stood beside him with their heads hanging low.

“Let’s patch you two up.” Alfred motioned them towards the living room, gathering medical supplied on the way.

Now.

“And he gave you a animal shaped patch!” Jason laughed so hard he had to grab his belly, almost rolling of the couch

“Didn’t you hear a word, Jace? He took her phone! She had every right to be angry and act irrational…” Dick took his sister’s site

“Hm.” Bruce grunted

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but good job on being stealthy” Jason chucked towards Damian “normally it would be Tim to try and do such thing.”

“Are you taking his side now?” Y/N’s eyes went wide “I can’t believe….. ah!” sudden outburst made her nose bleed even more and she held the nearby cloth tighter to the bruised part of her face. “mhmmmhmhm” she mumbled grumpily

“Hm” Bruce grunted again

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” Dick turned towards his father in a bit of shock. Normally Bruce would be the one to punish them  both for disobeying the rules of the Manor but now he was just sitting on the couch, his mind wondering elsewhere.

“no.”

“What?!” four pair of surprised eyes landed on him in pure disbelief of how he acted.

“Wouldn’t make any difference. Another day another fight. Just…. apologize to each other. I’m going to the batcave. Dick, Jason come with me.”

“The hell I’m going to ….” Jason started but the look in Bruce eyes made him relent. And that was how Y/N and Damian ended up alone in the living room, sitting next to each other, eyes on the floor.

“Does it hurt much?” he asked

“Not much more than yesterday. I’ll be fine. “ she shrugged like nothing happened  “Do you think they know?”

“About what? Our secret plan to make them all crazy and take over the manor?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“Not sure. Might need some more observation on the matter.”

“So….. we do it again tomorrow?” she smirked

“Oh, absolutely” he smiled back at her, eyes sparkling. It was always fun to fight with her.

“Then can I have my phone back?”

“Sure, I’ve seen all there was to see. “

“I hate you, Damian.” Y/N grinned looking at him

“I hate you too, sis.” He replied with a smirk

And just like that, they bumped their fists. All was good between them.

****

Meanwhile, Tim was hidden in the batcave, glued to the computer, not realizing anything of the events happening upstairs. He only raised his head once he heard Bruce, Dick and Jason entering.

“Did they do it again?” he asked seeing Bruce’s harrowed face, being enough of an answer “Ha! Life never gets boring with those two troublemakers around!”

[germanpostwarmodern]

The twelve years of N@zi dictatorship took a heavy toll on the cultural landscape of Germany: artists, actors, writers and journalists were forced into exile, were murdered in the concentration camps or retreated to an inward emigration. Bearing this in mind it is all the more astonishing that with the end of the war art and culture flourished almost instantaneously. In the mid-2010s the Städel Museum under the aegis of Franziska Leuthäußer set out to record an oral history of what they termed „the first German art scene“: by interviewing key artists, art historians, gallerists and other protagonists of the young cultural scene the initiators sought to paint a lively picture of the buzzing postwar West-Germany. The interviewees range from A like Götz Adriani to Z like Rudolf Zwirner but also include big names like Hans Haacke, Gerhard Richter, Anselm Kiefer and Kasper König. The result is a highly entertaining read that not only captivates by means of the sometimes hilarious quotes and statements but also through the different perspectives gained on protagonists, exhibitions and discourses. It is fascinating to see how different people perceive and judge events very differently and how nowadays sacrosanct artistic positions (e.g. Richter, Baselitz, Polke etc.) are being grounded and contextualized.

What has rightly been criticized about the 2,000 pages double volume is the fact that it largely excludes the former GDR: with Arno Rink and Jürgen Schweinebraden only two and very different protagonists have been interviewed and of course cannot provide an in-depth account of how art and culture returned to life in the „other Germany“. But despite this obvious flaw the project was a meritorious undertaking that draws a subjective but through the multitude of perspectives ultimately very comprehensive picture of the postwar art scene in West-Germany. A highly recommended read!

[fitzrove]

Sorry for being so annoying about historical accuracy btw (re last reblog)... I know it annoys people... unfortunately my fetish in fandom is to draw insp as much as possible from stuff that actually happened because it's sometimes even wilder and more interesting than the fictionalisations/streamlined narratives that come after. Also I have a kink for power structures and 19th century history specifically... And i find it inherently rewarding when I can reconcile the academic "best guess" (most widely accepted interpretation) of the events/persons concerned with my horny fanfic ideas sjdjfjfj

EDIT: Btw, the "rudolf almost shooting his father by accident" story seems to be real! I have heavy doubts about the Wilhelm thing though.

[fantasyinvader]

Hmm…

One of Ferdinand's listed dislikes is slothfulness, which is interesting considering the scene of the BE's pledging themselves to Edelgard is called Path of Thorns, which as a biblical reference means the path he's going down is sinful. Namely, the sin of sloth. In Wind, he talks about how it's his duty to stop Edelgard from running amok after Gronder, framing it as what Dimitri's retainers should have done with his mental state. Then there's "nobles who don't act like nobles," with Ferdinand condemning Lonato while Edelgard says she would do the same thing.

Really, though, he's in the same position as Petra. A vassal of Edelgard's trying to earn back his family's lands and titles by earning it.

Caspar's dislikes mention liars and injustice. Edelgard's path is referred to as hadou by both herself and Claude (not to mention the developers) in the Japanese version, meaning disposing of her would be an act of justice. Not to mention, Edelgard lies at the creation of the BESF and after Arianrhod. He ends up being made head of the military in his endings, but the original Japanese text was so daming it was changed in the translation "Often out of control" under his leadership was changed to "sometimes reckless," while the miliary expeditions were he marched into other countries was altered to him simply leading troops.

Both these characters, despite being BEs by default and the hardest to recruit outside of the BE's House, lose their paralogues when joining Edelgard.

In Ferdinand's, we learn the Insurrection of the Seven was not because nobles tried to seize power, but because Ionius did. It's also said that Duke Aegir was blamed for things Arundel did, calling into question Ionius (who is said to be Arundel's and TWSITD's puppet in Flower) and Edelgard (who got it from Ionius) saying he was behind the experiments. Hopes takes it further with the reveal in Ferdie's Hubert support that there's no evidence linking Aegir to the worst things Edelgard accuses him of while there's plenty of evidence to his corruption elsewhere.

Likewise, Caspar brings up the things the Death Knight did during White Clouds in his, holding them against him. The paralogue rewards Caspar if he can land the killing blow on DK, proving his strength by taking out one of the hardest enemies in the game (if you don't use Lysithea). But it's a bit hard not to draw a parallel between Caspar being the only BE to fight against a family member in the game, namely his uncle Rudolf, and Mercedes having to fight against her brother outside of Flower. But while there's a hesitation between the latter, Caspar is willing to jump in on the former to do the right thing just like he was willing to jump in and help Mercedes during the paralogue.

It's the same as Byleth's paralogue being skipped in Flower. It's the game saying that joining Edelgard is bad for these characters, as they end up supporting what they don't like.

Bernie, Petra and Dorothea don't have quite as much going for them in their dislikes. In order it's imposing figures (Edelgard's "my way or die), discrimination (Edelgard persecuting the Church, working with people who view her as an animal) and arrogant nobles (Edelgard even admits she's seen as arrogant) that makes the most sense for them fighting against Edelgard. Flayn has lies, so it makes sense why she wouldn't support Edelgard even without taking into account Ed's role in her kidnapping. Dorothea's paralogue blows a hole in Edelgard's argument, showing a Crestless merchant buying a rank in court. Petra and Bernie's has Petra saying the Church is trying to force Brigid to fight, Catherine saying they were just asking Brigid (who in other routes wants to support the Church) to not get involved, and freeing imprisoned Imperial soldiers on Brigid soil. Lin has blood and fighting as listed dislikes, and he won't allow Byleth to bring Edelgard or Hubert to his paralogue.

Really, Silver Snow makes the most sense for all of the BE characters minus Ed and Bert.

[sarcasticdolphin]

Smrtolf fae au: September Prompt 25: "Picture Frames"

For the amazing @adridoesstuff as all the Smrtolf drabbles are.

Cut is just for length

“What about the gold one?” There might be a faint tinge of amusement in Aemilia’s voice, but Rudolf was concentrating too closely to care.

“Too ostentatious. Too-” Rudolf makes a few vague gestures with his hands. “Performative.”

The words don’t seem fully sufficient. Most of Rudolf’s paintings remain unframed, and framing them is always so difficult. Add to that the king’s marked dislike of plain black frames and it ceased to be a minor concern and became a full on conundrum.

“A wooden one, then. Perhaps with a little staining. Something understated.”

Rudolf looks at the frame and hates it immediately. The wood is the wrong texture - too birchy. The painting in question is of redwoods. It will clash horribly.

“Too-” He gestures vaguely in the direction of the door and the poor servant who is displaying the picture frame takes the queue for him and his rejected frame to exit stage left.

“Rudolf.” As much as Rudolf could deny the air of amusement in Aemilia’s voice before, now he most certainly couldn’t.

“Aemilia.” She’s smiling, too, and gently stroking Anna’s raven. The white bird was happily snoozing in her arms, feathers softly fluffed.

“I hate doing this.” There is no venom to Rudolf’s proclamation, and Aemilia gives a gentle laugh.

“Each time it takes more and more frames before you eventually acquiesce to one. Perhaps you ought to take up picture frame making and solve your problems that way.”

Rudolf rolls his eyes, but he’d considered it before. There were some problems that were best solved by taking matters into one’s own hands. Though thinking that was far easier than becoming a skilled enough carver or carpenter to make a picture frame that would be satisfactory.

“Perhaps I should take to painting murals for a bit. Those at least have the benefit of not needing frames.”

“Indeed. They are also incredibly time consuming. But I have no doubt the king would be happy to have you in his quarters painting the walls for half the day. I’d probably have to drag him to court or he’d skip it.”

Rudolf smiles at that. It’s just the sort of thing that Smrt would do, and Aemilia would certainly be the one to drag the king to his court. Or maybe she’d come to visit him with her horde of demon crows. That might frighten him into doing his duties.

“And why do I even need a picture frame in the first place? The canvas itself is enough.” Perhaps it is a more boastful statement than Rudolf would typically allow himself, but in this he knows his skill. And his work might benefit from framing sometimes, but it stands alone.

“For a wrapped canvas, certainly, But when you paint on anything else you will have issues.” Rudolf hears the unspoken part as well - to say he found the wrapping process tedious would be an understatement if ever there was one. It was worse than grinding pigment in Rudolf’s eyes, even if it wasn’t as time consuming. And then there was the annoyance of dealing with a larger wrapped canvas. That made things even worse.

The white raven almost seemed to yawn as it woke up, accepting a few scratches from Aemilia before hopping over to Rudolf and perching on his thigh. Rudolf offers Anna’s dear bird a fer scratches, but he can only shake his head sadly when the bird gives him a hopeful look. Anna was still being rather strict with treats. And it was working - her bird was looking a little less plump and more like a typical raven, though it was always hard to tell under all the feathers.

The raven gives a sound that Rudolf can only describe as forlorn and starts preening, but Rudolf finds himself feeling immensely guilty. Anna’s sweet raven could guilt trip like no other.

“Perhaps I should take up drawing.” Rudolf already had to do some sketching, though he personally much preferred paint.

“Drawings still need frames.”

“Sculpture, then.”

Aemilia only raises an eyebrow at Rudolf’s suggestion. He’d tried a few sculptured, but he hadn’t the patience for it. Pigments might cause him difficulties from time to time, but there was a vast difference in having to spend a few extra minutes mixing pigments and spending days and days carving away at a block of rock, hoping to bring forth something beautiful. 

Rudolf glances down at the white raven. “Maybe not sculpture.” He gives the raven a few more scratches before turning back to Aemilia.

“I miss when painting was simple and easy.”

“When someone else ground all the pigment, prepped the paint, and selected the subject?”

Rudolf exhales. Aemilia has a way of hitting issues square on the head while not actually saying anything directly about them, and as usual she was right. He prided himself on preparing his own pigments and paints, and on selecting his subjects. Hadn’t he complained mightily when his tutor had forced him to learn how to properly paint still life? He’d certainly made a bit of a theatrical fuss of grimacing at a few innocent fruit bowls.

“How was the court?” Rudolf asks the question in earnest curiosity, but also out of a faint sense of defiance. Aemilia was the rare type of fae that thoroughly disliked dithering on unnecessary topics.

“I have no doubt the king will give you a full and complete accounting of the affairs of the court today. We aren’t here to talk about the court, Rudolf, we’re here to find a picture frame. How about the white one?”

The white one is nice - simple and with an elegance, but Rudolf finds himself displeased with it. The edges are quite thin and it will make the painting and frame look all out of proportion.

“Too small. Too skinny.”

Aemilia tilts her head to the side just a hair and gestures for a servant to bring the next picture frame. “What about the blue one?”

“Too blue.”

“They gray one?”

“Too melancholy.”

“The black one?”

“Smrt doesn't like black frames.”

[batbeato]

How rich do you think the Ushiromiya Family is (at least, as a front)? From what I can tell by the power of the internet, one of the wealthiest men to exist in the 1980's (to '87) was Yoshiaki Tsutsumi with a net worth around $20 billion.

Considering Kinzo was renowned for both wealth and business acumen, it could be somewhere around there - not including the ten tons of gold, since that's a mere rumor for the public. I think at some point Eva mentioned several ten billion yen (so 20 billion or upwards) in assets, even if said money wasn't actually liquidized and just on hand to draw out of a bank (a.k.a Krauss probably hadn't gotten the chance to spend it all away yet). Not sure exactly how that converts to dollars, but Kinzo would be at the very least a millionaire?

I read somewhere that he made a lot of his money via investments in post-war industry and ferrying supplies to...someone(pretty sure it was the US, since Japan was still under occupation?) in preparation for the Korean War.

On wikipedia, this time period (1940's to the early 1990's when Japan's economic bubble popped) is known as the Japanese economic miracle. Wikipedia isn't the best source to look at, but it's a start on researching it and pondering the growth of Kinzo's wealth.

Likewise, how wealthy do you think the branches of the family (Eva, Rudolf, and Rosa) are, even in the face of their financial struggles?

Since, I don't think we ever get numbers on the money Rudolf needs for the lawsuit, or the amount Rosa needs to pay the loan and possible interest - I'm not sure about the other aspects of her business, since she did have the money to have vacations with various boyfriends, so it may have been doing well? Just not well enought to handle the loan?

And Eva + Hideyoshi really only need to worry about buying stocks back, not their finances. Similarly to Krauss and the embezzlement of Kinzo's money but not all the assets, they don't have the liquid cash / assets on hand to pay off the various issues they're dealing with.

Hm... To be honest, I've just never really thought about it much. Trying to fathom the level of wealth they have is tough. I feel like Kinzo's kids come off as millionaires, where they're very wealthy but not about to commission private jets for what would be 3 hour drives - that sort of super excessive expenditure you get when you're so wealthy money no longer has meaning. They're wealthy, but not so much that they can do whatever they want (as evidenced by all of them Needing Money Right Now).

Rosa in particular feels like someone who... doesn't have that much money on hand. Her business also isn't doing that well. She does spend a lot on Maria sometimes, and also spends for her getaways with boyfriends, but she's in debt. Also, she... doesn't hire someone to just, look after Maria? It could be a pride or secrecy thing more than a financial thing, though... But considering that Jessica probably had private tutoring, George had tons of tutoring and special programs, and Ange is also mentioned to be in cram school (she knows division. she is SIX.) and Maria seems to have none of that... It could reflect on Rosa trying to raise Maria as a "normal child" with less of the pressures that her siblings put on their children, but could, again, be financial hardship preventing her from doing that.

I guess when you add a bunch of millionaires together, plus the incredible amount of money and assets that Kinzo has put together over the years, you end up with billions. At the very least, post-1986 Eva comes off like a billionaire, especially with how she recklessly does the same stuff Kinzo did to put together vast amounts of money and wastes it on pretty much whatever she thinks will make her feel better (it's mentioned that she got into sketchy new religions/cults/whatever). I wouldn't know nearly enough about the Japanese economy to be able to put together any sort of ballpark estimate, though.

[adridoesstuff]

💗 and Smrtolf for the kisses ask please :)

Slow and gentle kiss, inevitable, soft (Smrtolf)

(cut is for length)

There isn’t a distinct time one can call morning in Smrt’s realm. The time here seems to meld itself to whatever most suits the realm’s many inhabitants. But currently, the light is streaming into the vast chambers soft and warm, just like on an earthly summer morning.

Rudolf is awoken by the light’s warm tickle on his cheek. He smiles and rolls over in the bed. The most beautiful mornings in his mortal life began like this. The soft golden light of dawn shining in through the window and his friend’s distinct silhouette against the window frame.

Rudolf slowly rises from their shared bed, so drawn to Smrt’s side. He already thought his friend was indescribably beautiful while he was a mortal, yet words would truly fail him if he were to write down an account of Smrt in this moment. Instead of the long black coat, a light but voluminous robe flows around him, seeming as if it was woven from the night sky itself. His magnificent wings are on full display and the soft light dances on the inky feathers, leaving multitudes of colors in its wake. He looks pensive and deep in thought, observing the light that comes in from seemingly nowhere.

Yet, as soon as Smrt notices Rudolf approaching him, a soft smile appears on his face. He stretches an expectant arm forward and draws the young angel closer as their fingers. as their fingers slowly entwine. While Rudolf was a mortal, there were always so many words exchanged between them in moments like this. Yet now, that they can touch, the words just seem so redundant in moments like this.  

Smrt’s fingers are almost feather light as they trace their way up Rudolf’s arms. For years, he has longed for a moment like this and still sometimes can’t believe this is real. He gently cups Rudolf’s cheeks and the angel snuggles into his hands, a soft purr escaping him. Smrt slowly traces every feature of Rudolf’s face with his fingertips. The noble forehead over which fall the soft waves of the former prince’s hair. The childlike eyes, which are fluttering closed with delight. The cheeks that still retain their ability to blush a bright rose color. And the softly smiling lips.

Smrt leans close, yet stops just short of their lips brushing. He is silent, yet his eyes do ask ���Is this what you really want?”. Rudolf smiles and softly nods his head. Smrt has still remained as shyly considerate as ever.

Their lips at first only brush against one another’s. Both of them still find this so new and unusual after years of not even being allowed to touch. Yet, soon, the kiss is proper, long, full and deep. The angel and death bringer feel as if they could lose themselves in one another. Their heights are similar, so neither of them strains to reach the other’s lips. Smrt’s hands rest softly on Rudolf’s cheeks while Rudolf’s hand wanders to his friend’s soft hair and the feathers that hide in it.

It takes a while before they separate. They look at one another and Smrt smiles wide as he sees the feathers in Rudolf’s hair ruffle up from the kiss they shared. He is sure the pesky feathers amidst his own hair are doing the same thing.

Rudolf looks upon him with so much love in his gaze and draws Smrt into an embrace. He could say a thousand words, yet none are needed between them in this moment. Thank you. For everything.

[corneille-moisie]

my tags master post in alphabetical order

abolish money ^^ i just like that this is my first tag in alphabetical order lol. pretty self-explanatory and tells you exactly what kind of person I am B)

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a vampire post including but not limited to the vampire chronicles, carmilla, dracula, nosferatu, the hunger, what we do in the shadows, the lost boys, eventually some of my ocs as well, and etc etc etc :)

a video game post includes posts about dragon quest I through XI, dragon quest builders 2, zelda in general, animal crossing, stardew valley, sometimes mario kart and the sims (4 mostly) too

a visual kei post including but not limited to blam honey, BLOOD, dir en grey etc., eliphas levi (most of key party tbh), luci'fer luscious violenoue etc., malice mizer etc., schwarz stein etc., vidoll........

a writing post includes posts about my writing, writing resources, posts about writing and being a writer in general

firefox extensions i figured i could group them all under the same tag

hope this helps hope this helps !

my cats includes posts about Lugosi, Wendy, Frankie, and Storm

my ocs includes posts about Astride, Orlège, Gladys, Hydrange, Isadore, Jasmine, Ségolène, Victor...

obligatory corvid reblog includes posts mostly about crows and raven, but sometimes about blue jays and other corvids as well

obligatory schwarz stein reblog because its schwarz stein ♥ includes possibly all my posts about schwarz stein, rudolf steiner, hora, velvet eden (only with hora), kaya, femme fatale, node of scherzo, isola, meties (are there even posts about meties here lmao) because schwarz stein brainrot :)

show of face incudes posts where i show my face

[princeburned]

sometimes I wonder what draws me to Rudolf & the family dynamics he lives with in particular & then I spend two days with my family & I remember gisdhgjdhgd

[rivianrudolf]

Only took an eternity to finish these but anyway I painted the roommate's cats

[aycias]

alycia: kinda crazy how we have so much in common, because italy is also my favorite vacation destination. i always said that if i was able to i would buy a home there so i could visit anytime that i wanted. maybe you can show me around the motherland personally one of these days. it's always more authentic when you are the one to do it. i know he doesn't. he has always been more than supportive of me. i just know it's been difficult spending time with each other when we're both off doing our own thing. he's been such a busy little bee himself with his band actually gaining some popularity, but maybe sometime after the holidays we can find some time to run off to byron bay for a week long stay-cation. of course i get a new onesie every year. this year i have this rudolf one, and when you pull the hood on it's actually rudolf's head with a big red nose. it is sooooo adorable. alycia: if this is your way of buttering me up then consider it a success. i just hope you still feel the same way a few months from now. that sounds badass, but also terrifying to watch. i'd be such a mess watching you play. not sure i'd be a happy camper if you got hurt. i'm just being honest. at least they took it easy on you and you were able to carry on. it clearly worked out in your favor, and you are doing pretty damn good for yourself now. i can send you her instagram page. not to sound biased but she's pretty talented. she taught me how to draw and how to paint, so it's sort of become a family affair. i want to find the time again. music was always such an outlet for me, and i want to find that part of myself again. alycia: [ typing.... ] alycia: also....thanks for the impromptu trip to las vegas. i can't remember the last time i had that much fun in a 48 hour period. it was nice to just let my hair down and go a little crazy for a little while. plus your company made it ten times better, even if we both had a little too much to drink and almost turned into a carrie underwood song. 😂 not that being mrs. mescal would have been a terrible thing. you just deserve more than a weird aussie drunken bride.

paul: italy is a gorgeous place. forever my number one vacation destination. i'll keep my fingers crossed that you can visit ireland soon. even if you feel that way, i'm sure he doesn't. you're off chasing your dreams and that's something to be proud of. maybe you two can sneak off to some tropical island one day soon, get that reunion going. that's how i make it up to my siblings when the weeks turn into months and i start missing 'em. cheesy board games and dancing sound like my idea of a good time. do ya get a new onesie every year? paul: shh, it's not boring. it's my favorite job so far and i'm saying that as someone that has had many, many jobs before. lots of differences! i'd say gaelic football is more so a crossover of regular football and rugby. no protective gear, different rules, etc. if i ever find myself paying again then consider this your invite to watch. you're always so sweet to me. bless. ha, no. they saw right through my lie but were nice enough not to call me out on it. think they took a bit of pity since i was walking in with a couple broken bones. i'm glad she found another outlet for her art. i'll have to check out some of her stuff. i hope you're successful in finding time. it's nice to have an outlet outside of work things.

[fitzrove]

Now that I'm talking about history sklslsldldld here's another post...

Historical accuracy in fanworks - why?

A recurring thing w me is that people get annoyed with how obsessed I am with historical accuracy 😭😅 Like people have had to physically restrain me from doing 5 hours of research for a throwaway line in a fanfic, and one friend and I once had an hour long argument about word choice... But unfortunately I am just Like This lmao.

The thing is though, it's not because of any inherent sense of superiority or anything like that lol, I just have preferences. Also, I'm not the kind of person that needs everything to be 100% accurate all the time, I can still have fun JAPFLDPGPF. Basically, for me it comes down to a few things:

1. Suspension of disbelief / immersion

With historical fiction, the "he would not fucking say that" kicks in w dialogue easier than w something set in the modern day. Sometimes it's because of glaringly modern language (a 19th century guy going "sup" or something xD) but other times it's because a character is way too familiar with people of a different class, or acts/dresses/speaks too casually in general.

My hugest pet peeve with this are character names for side characters that the author made up 😭😭😭😭😭 As a non-native English speaker I don't really get the urge to insert random English names into my stories even when the stories are in English, I always look up the historical context and try to use names that a parent would give their child in that context. I'm sorry for naming and shaming but in one tdv fic Alfred's surname was Smith and I had to put down my phone because it broke my immersion so badly xD

2. Enjoyment

Historical accuracy can also be a characterisation thing!!! With crown prince rudolf of austria specifically his whole appeal as a character comes from his neuroses, and his neuroses are the specific way they are because of his specific position and status, and all that those entail in his historical context. It makes a story so much more interesting if these are properly taken into account 👀

3. What's the purpose of fanfic?

To me personally the purpose of writing and posting FANfic, as opposed to writing other stories, is threefold:

Making a point about the original story (is it a fix-it fic? An AU reimagining? A canon-compliant elaboration on something I think could expand upon a character's personality or two characters' relationship? These approaches all comment on the original work and its themes and characters.)

Personal enjoyment/self indulgence (I write what I would like to read)

Hopefully connecting with other fans (persuading them to see my Vision re specific characters/relationships, the setting, or the work as a whole; keeping the fandom alive; inspiring other people to make fanwork; providing entertainment; finding people who are the same kind of insane as you and making friends)

To me, putting historical accuracy into my fic or drawing inspiration from history fulfills all of these goals. With the first one: the original work usually comments on its era in some way as well, so drawing inspiration for the fic from that era complements it and keeps them grounded together. IRL history can also give you fun ideas to put in. W the second one: I love late 19th century history specifically and historical accuracy is my kink KSLFPEPDOFO. W the third one: I like sharing weird/funny/interesting historical facts w people so we can enjoy them together 😌 I also like Informing people of things that happened in history so hopefully they can have as much fun w the knowledge as I do. I try not to do this unsolicitedly and in general try to avoid criticising anyone for historical inaccuracies without being asked to because that's boring, I'm not trying to be cinema sins here

4. Exceptions

Sometimes historical inaccuracy is more fun than historical accuracy, though this is highly personal - you just have to do what you think is best and accept that something you enjoy might be something that breaks another person's suspension of disbelief (and hence makes them not enjoy the story). My personal metrics are roughly:

Sojblfpldlpf fun fact an unnamed person and I had a conversation about rudolf's probably not existing [redacted] register last night and while writing a fic about it would be historically inaccurate, the conclusions we arrived at about it were pretty funmy and interesting. With gay and homosexual implications

One of my favourite pastimes is to comb over crown prince rudolf's life and purposefully misinterpret random things as gay KSOGODPFOTK 😌😌😌 it's a good way to get fic ideas. So um yeah idk where I was going with this post haha

[paarthursass]

AND ANOTHER THING lucheni has SOOO many smartass remarks to make about every character in that musical except for rudolf.  iirc the ONLY times he talks about rudolf are when he’s a kid, and even then it’s just to talk about how elisabeth has abandoned him.  and then rudolf is the most sympathetically presented character in the musical.

like.  playing favorites much, lucheni

[sarcasticdolphin]

"Painting" Smrtolf (canon)

Smrtolf is Todolf, but the Czech version of the musical, so Smrt instead of Tod. For the lovely @adridoesstuff as all my Smrtolf drabbles are :)

Cut is for length.

The rain is a steady beat on the roof when Rudolf wakes, as his eyes open to the disembodied dim light of the day. It must already be mid morning, but it is so hard to tell with the sun hidden. His bedchamber is cool, but there is no chill in the air. A thin shirt and sleep trousers are enough this late in the spring, and there is none of the calming and deeply gentle chill that is his friend’s.

Aemilia, though, is perched atop one of Rudolf’s easels and preening her feathers.

“Good morning.” Rudolf can hear the softness of the morning and the sleep still in his voice.

Aemilia gives an affirmative noise and looks up before returning to her task and Rudolf finds himself smiling. She can be altogether single-minded at times. 

The world beyond the window is muddy but green. There will be no riders from Vienna today. No messengers bearing missives from his ever-disappointed father. For this day at least, Rudolf has few cares in the world.

At another soft noise from the raven, Rudolf turns back only for Aemilia to flutter down to land on his wrist and give him a little nudge with her beak, drawing a chuckle from the prince as he gently gives her an affectionate scratch on top of her head.

He goes to ring the bell that will summon a servant baring breakfast before returning his attention to the angle and leaning down to press a kiss to her head. “There isn’t going to be any pile of papers from my father.” Rudolf finds himself smiling as he glances back and forth between the world of mud and green beyond the window and the raven on his wrist. “Then again that means there’ll be a stack twice as large as usual tomorrow.”

Aemilia gives a little affirmative noise and hops up to his shoulder. 

They both gazed out the window in companionable silence for a few more minutes before the knock at the door signals the arrival of breakfast. The servant departs in silence with a bow, not questioning the bird on his shoulder. The servants here aren’t his father’s creatures. Rudolf has been careful. Here, at least, he is surrounded by servants who truly serve him.

It is a mixed breakfast - a few sausages and some light pastries. Rudolf cuts a small piece from the end of one of the sausages and offers it to the raven on his shoulder.

A soft chip conveys Aemilia’s approval, and Rudolf sets about cutting the rest of the sausage into small bits. 

She jumps off his shoulder and onto the table, daintily eating the little pieces as Rudolf eats his own sausages and the little apple pastries the cook had sent. It’s always been interesting watching Smrt’s angels eat. Aemilia is ever the princess, so very dainty. Rudolf would happily have her eating from the palm of his hand if she would allow it despite the slightly terrifying beak her raven form boasted. Little Edwin, on the other hand, might only have a crow’s beak, but in his clutches, it was an implement of terrible destruction. As much as Rudolf adored the little angel, he wouldn’t be feeding the painted crow by hand.

They finish their breakfast in silence and Aemilia hops back on Rudolf’s wrist as he goes over to his easel before perching atop said easel and watching as Rudolf takes out his paints. There is a portrait of Smrt that has been giving him trouble for some time now. It’s not difficulties with the colors looking wrong against each other, or with the tones not coming together, but rather seemingly an issue with the lack of color. Rudolf’s friend is so pale, and his garb is entirely black safe for the slash of iridescence that is sometimes visible in his feathers. And no matter how much Rudolf has worked on this particular painting, he just thinks his friend looks too two-dimensional. Like he was utterly lifeless. 

Perhaps months ago Rudolf would have laughed at his own morbid joke, but it doesn’t feel funny. Not anymore. Not after the hours and hours he’s spent delicately adding blacks and hints of gray, trying to make the painting come together.

In the end, Rudolf gives himself an hour or so before finding another canvas. He’s made some amount of progress, which is more than he can say most of the time he works on that particular painting, but there are times he prefers something a little easier.

“What shall I paint?”

Aemilia tilts her head in response and Rudolf finds himself smiling. “You, then.”

The prince can well imagine the bemused and slightly quizzical eyebrow that he would be on the receiving end of if Aemilia were in her human form. He probably paints her more than just about anything. If one of Taaffe’s spies ever came to Mayerling they would no doubt be left with the impression that Rudolf had a mistress that he seemed to love to paint more than anything else.

Sometimes Rudolf would have her sit just so when the sun was shining and then paint furiously - for the sun never seemed to hold the position he needed long enough - while others were far simpler portraits. He had painted her human form more, but there were still enough portraits of her raven form to probably give any spy pause. 

Today’s portrait is one of her raven form, perched just as she is atop his easel. And for once, Rudolf paints the top of the easel too. He leaves the canvas within a canvas blank - perhaps when he has properly learned to paint Smrt in a way that doesn’t take a year per portrait he will add one of his friend there. But it is equally likely that Rudolf will eventually add Edwin’s chaotic form. He tries not to have more than one or two portraits of Smrt in progress at once.

It’s not his best work, but given that Rudolf had painted the entire thing in less than a day and Aemilia hadn’t exactly sat still it was still a good effort. Rudolf had only just about finished his initial rough brushstrokes before Aemilia had hopped down to hold the brush for him as she so often did. 

And leaving Rudolf with a model at what was decidedly the wrong angle. Not that Rudolf usually got to have Aemilia sitting at what even approached the correct angle when she was in her bird form.

Still, it is a good painting, and Rudolf puts his paints away to let it dry just as the sun begins to set, ringing the bell once more. Aemilia gives a chirp and hops onto his wrist. Perhaps there will be more sausages. He cradles the angel close as they wait once more in companionable silence.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Skid Row Christmas 2022

 Week 3 is about Skid Row. I tried to write some stories here too :)

Sebastian Bach: Reindeer

“So how do I look?” Sebastian asked.

You turned around only to laugh at what you were seeing : Sebastian was wearing a reindeer costume, with horns and all.

“Why are you a reindeer?” You were puzzled.

“For the christmas party, duh!” He said, too casually to be sarcastic

“Since when Rudolf is part of a party dress code? You kept chuckling.

To be fair it wasn’t a big deal, it was a friend party so no paparazzi yet the idea of drawing everybody’s attention scared you.

“I’m sure the other people will love it!”

“Do you want a red nose, too?”

Without hesitating Sebastian grabbed you and spun you around, earing some high pitched screams from you.

“You better behave, or Rudolf will tell Santa you’ve been naughty!”

Rachel Bolan : Gingerbread house

"Do we need all this candies for the house?” Rachel said, examing a bag of Skittles.

You were surprised when he proposed you to build a gingerbread house, it was a family tradition for you but you never forced upon him, being totally okay to decorate the house by yourself. However this year was different.

“You don’t have to use them all, but I like to have mutiple options, you know. Cookies, skittles, peppermint candies. The more coloreful it is, the better!” You explained.

“What if I want to do a spooky gingerbread house?” He asked.

“Okay, Mr Halloween, go for it then. You will need some food paint and I’d suggest you put dark chocolate as the ground.

Rachel nodded and gathered all the ingredients. You two stayed silent but it was an enjoyable silence, you were focused on your tasks and you couldn’t help but smile seeing Rachel so invested.

“I think I’m done!” You announced, a while after. 

“ Same here.” Rachel replied.

You were happy with your result and absolutely thrilled to notice how good Rachel had been for his first time.

“I like how you put the colors in yours! It looks like it’s from a movie!”

You didn’t resist the tempation to kiss him.

“I love yours too, it’s truly the spookiest halloween house made of gingerbread.”

Scotti Hill: Christmas Lights

“Ehm, Scotti... don’t you think maybe you went a little overboard with the christmas lights?” You said.

Your christmas tree was covered in the usual multicolored lights ( even if they weren’t on so you couldn’t tell for sure), however a new set of snoflakes shaped lights was hanging on the ceiling. Pretty normal, no? Well added to the ones you saw on the door, on the roof and in your drive when you came home, it was a show.

“What? No! I can finally afford to buy as many lights as I want, this house has to look like you walked straight into the sun!” He replied.

“Okay, Mr. Electrician. Did you leave some of the fun?”

“Sure, the tree needs another string of lights. You can put those and then turn it up.”

You did as he said, anticipation running through your veins once you got to see all the colors popping up. You loved christmas lights, they reminded you of evening spent on the living room floor with your family, watching movies and drinking hot chocolate.

“Scott, it’s amazing! I love it!”

You felt two big arms hugging your from behind, as you could only imagine his confident smile, as you boosted his ego.

“I’m glad, because I was convinced it could explode once you plugged in.” He admitted with a laugh.

Snake Sabo : Christmas Presents

“Next one says Aunt Joelle” Snake said, reading from his list.

You nodded, choosing from a big box next to a beautiful cristal snowball. Wrapping presents had always been your favorite activity to do during Christmas time, sometimes you even experimented with the wrapping shape to fool your friends.

“Can you keep strumming your guitar? I really liked that melody you came up with.” You asked him.

Snake was more than happy to grant your wish. He asked you if you needed any help, but you prefered to do it by yourself while having him be your music background and reader.

“And done. I put it in a bubble wrapped and then in another bag, I hope it holds up until christmas dinner. So how’s next?” You lifted the package to show Snake.

“My band. You have to grab the leather jacket for Rachel, the drumsticks for Rob, the hat for Scotti  and the bag of coke for Seb.”

“ THE WHAT?!” You asked worried.

“ I was kidding, the Kiss action figure is for Sebastian.”

You balled up some paper and threw it to him.

“Don’t mess with me!” You pouted, earning a soft kiss on your lips by Snake.

“Can you wrap them in totally different shapes so they will be confused?” He asked you.

“You know I love to do that!” You said with a smirk.

Rob Affuso : Christmas cookies

You came back home with your hands filled with two bags. Rob immediately took interest in that.

“What’s in those?”

“Christmas cookies from my parents’ shop!” You replied happily.

“Oh sweet!”

“But they have a twist...” You teased.

“Is it a good one or a bad one? I don’t want to eat cookies filled with tuna or something.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Nope, they are plain, which means we can decorate them!”

Rob’s eyes lit up of joy, he confessed to you how much he would do that with his family when he was younger. You smiled back and empied the bags : different containers of gingerbread man cookies, red velvet, santa, candy cane, tree and other cookies shape covered your countertop.

“They also gave me royal icing and food coloring. This was all product about to expire so we are recycling! Where do you want to start?” You explained.

“I want to do the gingerbread men. I’ll create some five Skid Bread !” He chuckled and you couldn’t wait to see the result.

You picked a miscellaneous shapes, feeling inspired to experiment and variate as much as possible. You were quite the artistic person and so was Rob, which meant this task entertained you for a while.

“Ta da! Look at my Skid Bread.” He showed you five gingerbread men, all of them had a distinctive feature of Seb, Rachel, Snake,Scotti and himself.

“You should give those to the guys, I bet they would love it!” You encouraged him.

“I also made this.” He took out a red cookie heart, the words “ I love you” written in icing.

“Aww babe we should eat it together!” You proposed. In true Lady and the Tramp fashion, you eat the cookie from both sides, until you got to kiss one another.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“ I love you too.”